what really happened to the late red round one

[Chris]

Actually, what was alleged was that the money order got lost in the mail-room at Johns Hopkins, and some primitives broke into there in the middle of the night to search for it, and found it.

Kerchiefs covering their faces, soft shoes, flashlights, the whole bit.

Did anyone actually believe that ridiculous explanation? 

[franksolich]

Did anyone actually believe that ridiculous explanation? 

The primitives did.

[franksolich]

Poor Bethie...I think that whole thing is what finally took her completely over the edge. It was definitely the last straw for Doug. Who can blame him? When one's wife devotes every waking hour to some gay guy she's never even met, what does one expect? Poor guy, she even auctioned him off. He had to perform at some moonbat's birthday party or something.

That's what freaked me out, when I learned of it; that Doug's ex-wife had never in real life met the late red round one.  She "knew" him only through the internet and a few telephone calls, nothing more.

Early on, I had been surprised when my fellow alum Skins commented that he too had never met the late red round one; that if walking by him on the sidewalk, my fellow alum wouldn't know him from Adam.

I thought, wow, Skins never meeting one of the stars of Skins's island?

Sometime later I learned that there had been a good reason for this; the late red round one, Doug's ex-wife, and the Andyites, had never even come ashore onto Skins's island until November 2004, only five months before the Scamdal, and so they were far from old-timers.  They were newbies, and it should be no wonder my fellow alum never met them.

Which led to a new puzzlement; here, the newbie Doug's ex-wife was pulling Skins's island down into the gutter, ruining its reputation, making it a laughingstock--and Skins never exiled her.  I mean, it wasn't like the newbie Doug's ex-wife had credentials as a long-standing primitive, such as like the Bostonian Drunkard, who had been around since, almost, Day One.

And for a newbie, Doug's ex-wife ran roughshod over the rules.  There was, for example, permission give for one, and no more than one, fund-raising thread, but they multiplied almost from the beginning.

My fellow alum folded and folded and folded, like one of these great big cardboard boxes that continually folds itself up into something the size of a spitball. 

Yeah, Doug's ex-wife put him up for "auction" on eBay, for a one-night stand-up comedy appearance.  I have no idea how he was (is) as a comedian, but it seemed to me probably the minimum asking price was too high--something like $6000 or $8000, plus travel expenses.  He never sold.

[franksolich]

Did anyone actually believe that ridiculous explanation?

By the way, sir, the mail-room at Johns Hopkins is manned 24 hours a day; it's not like they shut off the lights at 5:00 p.m., shut the door and lock it and leave.

[Ptarmigan]

I remember the Scamdy affair, but only bits and pieces. It was quite a mess.

[Texacon]

Maybe in bad taste but from reading through this thread .... probably not.

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KC

[delilahmused]

Yeah, Doug's ex-wife put him up for "auction" on eBay, for a one-night stand-up comedy appearance.  I have no idea how he was (is) as a comedian, but it seemed to me probably the minimum asking price was too high--something like $6000 or $8000, plus travel expenses.  He never sold.

Well, he used to be funny, as I recall. He even won the SF International Stand Up award (was also won by Robin Williams and Dana Carvey). There was a bunch of comics we'd go see when I was in college and he was part of the group...Michael Pritchard, Dana Carvey, Bobby Slayton. I don't know about now, though. I don't know if I could maintain my sense of humor if I was married to a screeching, mentally deranged harpy. He pretty much had the basic San Fran liberal sense of humor, which was pretty funny when I 20. But I also thought blue hair was cool then too.

Cindie

[franksolich]

I don't know if I could maintain my sense of humor if I was married to a screeching, mentally deranged harpy.

Remember towards the end, after the whole thing had fallen apart?

Remember that Doug's ex-wife was paranoiacally alleged that she had been followed by Scamdy in real life?  That there were all of these strange men on the streets of San Francisco tailing her everywhere she went?

Which of course was utter nonsense.

And then that one afternoon Doug's ex-wife posted about a "friend" of the late red round one, an employee of an elections office, had contacted her, saying that strange men had been following her, too.  Doug's ex-wife gave all the details.

By chance or design, soon thereafter appeared a new bonfire on Skins's island, with a news story about this "friend" of the late red round one being arrested for election fraud in Seattle, after a long investigation by law-enforcement.  This was the same individual Doug's ex-wife had identified in her own bonfire.

Doug's ex-wife popped into the second bonfire, commenting, "Who is she?  I've never heard of her."

What a ****ing liar.

[franksolich]

I remember the Scamdy affair, but only bits and pieces. It was quite a mess.

Yeah.

I detailed what actually happened in real life, a couple of pages ago.

Please notice that what actually happened in real life bore no resemblence at all to the Scamdal on the internet.

As I mentioned, Doug's ex-wife graduated from high school 35+ years ago, but she never really left high school.

[delilahmused]

Remember towards the end, after the whole thing had fallen apart?

Remember that Doug's ex-wife was paranoiacally alleged that she had been followed by Scamdy in real life?  That there were all of these strange men on the streets of San Francisco tailing her everywhere she went?

Which of course was utter nonsense.

And then that one afternoon Doug's ex-wife posted about a "friend" of the late red round one, an employee of an elections office, had contacted her, saying that strange men had been following her, too.  Doug's ex-wife gave all the details.

By chance or design, soon thereafter appeared a new bonfire on Skins's island, with a news story about this "friend" of the late red round one being arrested for election fraud in Seattle, after a long investigation by law-enforcement.  This was the same individual Doug's ex-wife had identified in her own bonfire.

Doug's ex-wife popped into the second bonfire, commenting, "Who is she?  I've never heard of her."

What a ****ing liar.

Oh yeah, wasn't her name Julie? It was one of sexpat's many backpedals.

Cindie

[Ree]

I remember that....

[USA4ME]

I am temporarily derailed this weekend, but anyway, for those not up to date, this is what actually happened, in real life--please notice it has no connection with what happened during the Scamdal:

(a) In October 2004, the late red round one began getting ill.

(b) In January 2005, a preliminary diagnosis of the problem was made.

(c) In late February, early March 2005, the late red round one was in a hospital in Seattle, in an attempt to see if anything, anything at all could be done.  Alas, nothing could be done.

(d) Doug's ex-wife started the "fund-raiser," for motives known only to her, in late April 2005.

(e) In mid-May 2005, to suppress criticism of the "fund-raiser," Doug's ex-wife contacted the owner of a conservative web-site and a private individual peripherally involved, frankly admitting that there was no hope for the late red round one; that he was dying.

(f) The "fund-raiser" continued.

(g) The late red round one spent most of May and part of June 2005 visiting friends in New Jersey and New York (having earlier done a stint in Ohio and Tennessee).

(h) The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005.

Those are the real life facts which, as already mentioned, have no relation to the Scamdal.

Only one person knows why the Scamdal occurred, but with her cerebral faculties petrified, fossilized, clogged up, by the overuse of mind-altering pharmaceuticals, probably she no longer remembers.

Explain this:

"The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005."

I though he died in Baltimore at JH Hospital. Are you saying he was never at JH?

Also frank, in your best estimation, how much money was raised and who ended up with how much?

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[franksolich]

Explain this:

"The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005."

I though he died in Baltimore at JH Hospital. Are you saying he was never at JH?

Also frank, in your best estimation, how much money was raised and who ended up with how much?

No, no, sir.  The late red round one was never anywhere in the vicinity of Johns Hopkins.  When he was back east in May, part of June, 2005, he was in New Jersey and New York with friends.

The late red round one died in Seattle on July 7, 2005, surrounded by family and friends--and a Lutheran pastor--but no primitives from Skins's island; it needs particularly noted that Seattle is just straight up the road from San Francisco, but Doug's ex-wife never went there for the funeral.

The Bostonian Drunkard, his first-class travel expenses borne by someone unknown, went to the funeral itself and delivered a "eulogy" which must have been nine and a half hours long.  It's not known if any other primitives attended.

There is an error on the certificate of death; the physician was obviously someone for whom English is a second language, and got the primary, secondary, and tertiary causes of death mixed up.  She listed the primary cause as tertiary, and the tertiary cause as primary.

Those of us who have worked with certificates of death, including yours truly, can see the error right away.  It's a harmless thing, it means nothing malicious, other than that the physician had a grasp of English lesser than her original language.

I freaked when I learned anybody can get anybody's certificate of death from Washington state, for any reason whatsoever; that's the law there.  Here in Nebraska, nobody can get a certificate of death unless an interested party--that is, until that person has been dead 75 years, after which it's okay.

For the record, the late red round one had once been married (to a woman) down in Texas, and enlisted in the U.S. Navy.

I can't even guess how much money was raised; I am in the minority, but I believe it was far, far, far less than $50,000, and that a good part of it was actually from decent and civilized people on this side who sincerely felt saddened by the tragedy (as we all did), but whose wallets were too accessible at the moment.

(The primitives are notoriously tight; please notice how long it took them to raise money for Pa Kettle after he became the Democrat candidate for president.  It took them longer to raise the same amount, than it took them four years earlier, when the Bostonian Billionaire was the Democrat candidate--which shows, one reasonably assumes, the racism of the primitives; they were happy to raise money for a rich white guy, but more hesitant about giving money to a black guy.)

As mentioned earlier in this thread, my own contribution was never cashed (a post office money order), and so probably other contributions sent by mail weren't either.

As for the money in the late red round one's Paypal account--an account which showed a four-figure balance before the Scamdal got underway--I dunno.

The late red round one apparently died intestate; without a will.

It would be nice if the late red round one's survivors--his aged elderly mother and his brothers and sisters--ended up with the money, but I rather suspect sooner or later it's going to show up on the Washington state treasurer's list of "unclaimed property."

Again, it's my minority opinion--but less of a minority than on other issues--that the late red round one himself was involved very little in the Scamdal; that he just went along with Doug's ex-wife.  Please note the late red round one posted only rarely on Skins's island during the Scamdal, and most of those posts involved things other than the "fund-raiser;" about meeting with friends and somesuch.

The late red round one was dying, and knew it; and apparently after the initial shock, accepted it with equinamity.  He had other things on his mind the last three months of his life, and one can easily see Doug's ex-wife, being really stupid, proposing something, and the late red round one, just to be agreeable, said, "yeah, sure."

In other words, the late red round one was used by Doug's ex-wife, for her own purposes of ego.

[franksolich]

I remember that....

You remember one of the first ridiculous things, too?

When the Scamdal got underway, Doug's ex-wife commented that she wanted $50,000 within days, not because of the "scheduled" surgery, but because the Leona Helmsley of DUmmieland, the "flyarm" primitive, was leaving soon on a shopping spree in Paris.

Whoa.

You see, Leona and the late red round one were allegedly really good friends.

Leona, in her early 60s, is married to the radio announcer for the Baltimore Orioles baseball team, and lives in both New Jersey and Florida, although she claims Florida as her residence for income-tax purposes, taxes being cheaper down there than up there.  She has a palatial Streisandian estate in New Jersey, but was a delegate to the 2004 Democrat National Convention from.....Florida.

Well, Leona and the late red round one were allegedly really good friends.

And the speed-bump was this: what?--Leona and the late red round one were good friends, close friends, dear friends, and Leona's leaving him in his time of need just to go buy some fashions in Paris?  What kind of friend is that?

Leona did in fact go to Paris to spend a great deal of her husband's money, which led to two conclusions: either the late red round one was not seriously ill (in which case his close dear friend could safely leave for a while), or the late red round one was already dying, and his friends knew it (in which case his close dear friend could leave for a while, because there was nothing one could do about anything).

The second conclusion is probably the correct one.

Doug's ex-wife really didn't think things through.

Leona's a fascinating primitive, in fact a first-tier primitive, the second-highest ranking on Skins's island.  She was once a working girl, an airline stewardess, back when airplanes still had propellers.  She obviously had a hard life the first third of it, and perhaps still has some callouses.

Happily, she met money and married money.

I actually have some feelings of warmth and affection for Leona; she likes garish, flashy, extravagant loud clothing, including big hats, and I imagine she's at least a little bossy and brassy.  She reminds me of a favorite aunt of mine, another working girl (registered nurse), who met money and married money, and who had the same tastes, loud and garish and brassy, and who coincidentally was from New Jersey too.

I've always given Leona a hard time, but deep down, I have some sincere affection for her.

[franksolich]

I remember that....

And how about the "Miss Waverly" primitive?

Doug's ex-wife alleged the waivering primitive lived in Baltimore, and actually worked in the billing office at Johns Hopkins hospital.

This was a really big red flag.

Now, if the waiving primitive worked right there in the billing office, why not direct donations there, to her?  She was right there on the spot, in a position to do something immediately with the funds.

And since there was allegedly an urgent, immediate, need for funds, this would have saved a great deal of time.

But as we all know now, there was never an urgent, immediate need for funds.

Unrelated to the waivering primitive, there was also the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive, who allegedly lived in Chicago, and in fact only a couple of bus rides up the road from Fat Che's residence down in Elgin.

For a time, there was much speculation that the waivering primitive and the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive were sockpuppets of the late red round one, but apparently not.

[delilahmused]

And how about the "Miss Waverly" primitive?

Doug's ex-wife alleged the waivering primitive lived in Baltimore, and actually worked in the billing office at Johns Hopkins hospital.

This was a really big red flag.

Now, if the waiving primitive worked right there in the billing office, why not direct donations there, to her?  She was right there on the spot, in a position to do something immediately with the funds.

And since there was allegedly an urgent, immediate, need for funds, this would have saved a great deal of time.

But as we all know now, there was never an urgent, immediate need for funds.

Unrelated to the waivering primitive, there was also the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive, who allegedly lived in Chicago, and in fact only a couple of bus rides up the road from Fat Che's residence down in Elgin.

For a time, there was much speculation that the waivering primitive and the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive were sockpuppets of the late red round one, but apparently not.

Miss Waverly! I think she's the one I was trying to remember...I think she's the one with the dust bunny problem (hiding under the furniture like the boogie man). She goes absolutely red-faced with seething rage when someone suggests that blob of tissue being sucked out of a woman's womb just MIGHT be at least pre-human.

I also remember the day the alleged surgery occurred Skinner was given a number to call to confirm the healthiest pancreatic cancer patient in history was actually at JH. It wasn't, as one would expect admitting, the oncology ward, even the main switchboard. No, Skinner was given a number to the BUSINESS office. Didn't one of the Andyites work there, one of those angry armpit hair girls? I didn't even know women were capable of having that much armpit hair. Anyway, it was confirmed he was there. Doing what I don't know but he felt well enough a couple of hours later to take smiling pictures with a nurse and Termite (who at least took time off from the bathroom remodel to visit his life partner in the hospital).

I found that whole process interesting because when I called the hospital in Seattle, (the one with all those insects running loose and not an exterminator in sight) I just asked at the main switchboard whether he was there. They immediately connected me to the nurses station on the floor he was on. It wasn't oncology, which I thought was weird, he was in the gastrointestinal ward. Maybe he ate too much and those stomach staples were ripping out or something. Or the little dog scratched them loose.

It was sad because he died just a few hours after he'd done the Seattle Weekly article. Nurse Nancy, the nurse practitioner who was Andy's primary care person, the one who could have filled out an online referral on the JH website and gotten her patient in immediately with the health care costs being borne by the fine people of Washington state and the US government. She'd been gushing about how Andy was so great because he'd done all this research about the best place to have pancreatic surgery and picked the best place. It always seemed weird to me...why wouldn't one's primary care person recommend a hospital in one's own backyard, one so successful that the best pancreatic cancer hospitals in the country were using its protocols? It would've saved so much wear and tear on his body. Of course it also would've meant he couldn't take the Dinner and Drinks tour across the US on his way to have surgery. The saddest part is, it was such a comedy of errors. The Keystone Cops kind. But he sure was the belle of the DU ball for a while. Sexpat was hoping for prom queen to his king, but alas, he perished before the last dance.

Cindie

[franksolich]

Oh my, Delilah, madam.

You're resurrecting some memories.

I forgot all about the cockroaches at the hospital in Seattle.

And Nurse Nancy.

When I telephoned Johns Hopkins the same morning my fellow alum Skins did, per the suggestion of Speed_Addiction of the DUmmie FUnnies, I spoke with the admissions office, not the business office or any other office, and was told there was no one with that name admitted, or soon to be admitted.

Sometime in mid-June, the late red round one had some sort of surgery back east, not as major as he had had four months earlier in Seattle; the surgery that caused his post-operative infection that ultimately was the primary cause of death.

But by mid-June the late red round one was weaker; this was probably an "emergency" sort of deal, not anything that could help the cancer, which nothing could.

I have no idea where that surgery was performed, other than that it was not at Johns Hopkins.  One would probably have to check with every hospital from, say, Ashford, Connecticut, clear down to Newport News, Virginia.

There was a bonfire about a bunch of primitives visiting the late red round one after an operation, as if a horde of primitives had gone there.  But it was a fake; the primitives alleging to be by the late red round one's bedside, including the sensitive lad, Atman Jr., chatting on a cellular telephone near sensitive medical equipment.

[Duke Nukum]

Not knowing all the details at the time, I always felt it was strange he was sick and instead of getting surgery he was running all over the country doing the vote fraud speaking tour thing.  It seemed like an act of desperation and panic, to give one's life a legacy from the fear that nothing one had done in life had much meaning.  Near the end I remember him wearing a hat or something with the slogan or the initials of the slogan of the paper ballet organization.

That always seemed the saddest part to me, I don't know why.  Maybe I'm projecting my own personal metaphysics onto it.

[Lord Undies]

Not knowing all the details at the time, I always felt it was strange he was sick and instead of getting surgery he was running all over the country doing the vote fraud speaking tour thing.  It seemed like an act of desperation and panic, to give one's life a legacy from the fear that nothing one had done in life had much meaning.  Near the end I remember him wearing a hat or something with the slogan or the initials of the slogan of the paper ballet organization.

That always seemed the saddest part to me, I don't know why.  Maybe I'm projecting my own personal metaphysics onto it.

I wasn't well read about the situation either.  I remember thinking at the time how the guy had to either be very emotionally immature (as many homosexuals are) or in complete denial about the seriousness of his illness (as we were lead to believe by the DU cheerleaders).  Who the hell cares about politics when one foot is in the grave and the other one is coated in grease?

[franksolich]

You know, we had a couple of top-of-the-line, deep researchers on Scamdy; people who made LibraryLady of our old home look like a beginning amateur.  And as LibraryLady is no amateur, that says a great deal for these two other people.

All research was strictly internet only, no going out into real life.

One was in fact shocked at how indiscreet the primitives can be, as if no one is going to read what they write, view the photographs they post.

It took a while to separate the chaff from the waste; the primitives allegedly but not really involved in the Scamdal, and the primitives allegedly and deeply involved in the Scamdal.

For the most part, we were never really sure, and so kept files on all of them.

About 99% of the information--collected from the primitives' own mouths, remember--ended up being useless, such as the malicious cartoon character primitive's money, marital, and legal woes, or the methamphetimine primitive's criminal woes, as they weren't directly involved in the Scamdal.

We collected all this really good dirt, but had no use for it.

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At some point, I myself tried to recruit Fat Che for Scamdy; the others thought it was a bad, bad, bad idea, but as they thought Fat Che wasn't as smart as I thought he was, they didn't worry about it, figuring Fat Che would spurn my overtures anyway.

There was a smaller site associated with Scamdy, operated by MistyMemory, on which Fat Che using a really stupid screen-name, was active.  It was from there that I made my approaches to Fat Che, who ignored them.

Obviously Fat Che wasn't as smart as I thought he was.

The others were fearful that Fat Che would spill the beans on us.

I had no such fears; there were three members of Scamdy who could've kept Fat Che in line, no problem at all.

Fat Che would've been very useful to us.

And what would've been in it, for Fat Che?

As already mentioned, we had accumulated all this really good dirt, all this embarrassing information on primitives, but which was information useless to us, as it wasn't connected with the Scamdal.

Fat Che is the malicious, predatory, snooping, blackmailing sort, and would've found many useful uses for the material we garnered, for his own dirty obscene filthy depraved ends.

It was a win-win situation.

But alas Fat Che wasn't as smart as I had thought he was.

[The Village Idiot]

Of course not... he was just another DUmmie after all

[franksolich]

Of course not... he was just another DUmmie after all

One of the funniest sights for me, personally, was the way Mom, the primitive woman bothered by cold weather, the Polynesian queen primitive, the "troubleinwinter" primitive, a prominent Andyite, lustily pursued Fat Che, practically drooling for him.

Mom, never having been privy to the "personal" ads placed by Fat Che, had no idea, absolutely no idea, what a Great Depravity Fat Che was, and is.

[franksolich]

Of course not... he was just another DUmmie after all.

Uh-huh.

And Doug's ex-wife was the stupidest of them all.

We made plenty of mistakes at Scamdy, but Doug's ex-wife made one mistake (out of hundreds) that was a real whopper, discounting the sheer numbers and power of freerepublic, P-J Comix's DUmmie FUnnies, and to a lesser extent, our old home.

To Doug's ex-wife, freerepublic was just "six old men in plaid pants sitting at their computers using sockpuppets."

Man, talk about totally underestimating, suicidally underestimating, one's opponents.

If Doug's ex-wife had been a sane rational person, she would've perched herself in the DUmmie FUnnies to read what was said as soon as it was said, and then immediately formulated strategies, answers, excuses.

But as it was, Doug's ex-wife kept ignoring those in favor of open and honest fund-raisers, the result being that she was always three, four, days behind, in trying to make the story fit the.....story.

She was really out of sync.

[miskie]

Rereading all of this reminded me of the conclusions I drew back then, surrounding the scandal.

That it was less of a scandal and more the effect of several self-centered people who have hitched their train to Andy for their own selfish reasons, and when he passed, it became the most frenzied game of hot-potato ever played.

They all tried to rewrite history simultaneously, and created several conflicting bouncies, which were then sloppily bound together as Bush's/Freepers fault.

the word 'scandal' makes the appearance of at least some sort of organized process. In the case of this event, there was none -- or more correctly too many organized processes going on at once.

[franksolich]

Rereading all of this reminded me of the conclusions I drew back then, surrounding the scandal.

That it was less of a scandal and more the effect of several self-centered people who have hitched their train to Andy for their own selfish reasons, and when he passed, it became the most frenzied game of hot-potato ever played.

They all tried to rewrite history simultaneously, and created several conflicting bouncies, which were then sloppily bound together as Bush's/Freepers fault.

You got it.

You hit the nail on the head.

That's it.